5/21/09

Hello, Officer?

The Golden Boy came running in the house last night, after being outside MOST of the afternoon/evening with the boys who live up the bike-path a little ways. He was crying and trying to explain to me that he didn’t do anything, it wasn’t his fault, he didn’t throw any rocks, and oh, by the way, the cops were coming over.

He grabbed my hand, pulled me out the front door, and lo and behold guess who was sitting in our driveway?? Yep, you got it, a very nice police officer. ( I practically know them by name.)

Officer Rockford explained in some detail the story that Golden Boy had just tried to give me. In short, yes -there was rock throwing involved, yes – my son admitted to being involved, and, yes-someone received a flesh wound. The officer, Tightwad and I agreed that The Boy'ss apology, OBVIOUS remorse and the punishment he would receive from his father would more than make up for this lapse in judgment.

I told the officer that if this did not involved breaking into cars, underage drinking, marijuana use, or a horrific car accident, that he wasn’t going to rattle us. We’ve been up this road. Now, two out of three children have had the privilege of meeting some of our town’s finest. And what a nice group of people they are...

Where have I been? I didn't know that the policemen of today would even bother if the 'crime' wasn't a bit more serious, like breaking into a car, joy riding, defacing public property, etc. I think it's great that the cops in your neighborhood care enough to get involved with rock throwing.

My introduction to local law enforcement was when my son was stopped for speeding - 100 in a 55. The officer had my son (who was 19 years old at the time) call me so he (the officer) could tell me what was going on.

At least he was crying and showing proper remorse. Now if he came in all indignant and reeking attitude, there'd be something to worry about. And cops would definitely come to my door out here for this type of thing. Thank goodness for small towns.

Wait, the police brought him home for throwing a rock? Holly Crap.Thank God I live in the city. I would have had to have a daily shuttle to the police station for my boys.Here, the police wish the kids would throw rocks. Twelve year olds are pulling out a semi automatic weapon instead. (Causes a little more than a flesh wound!)

My guess if current trends resound, is T will always be where the action is, but never get caught, and that Z will be an instigator, not always completely guilty, but somehow always in the middle when the cops arrive.

Oh my! I remember those days! My kids have all had their close encounters with our town's finest and some have been when I dragged their ass to the station and had them confess their evil doings! Ahhhhhh...memories! Hang in there Mom! Lisa

I was glad the a volunteer fire fighter lived next door when my son and his best friend set off home made smoke bombs in the back yard, sending THICK WHITE SMOKE for 1/2 mile. I was greeted by my neighbor when I got home. He told me that I missed the 5 FIRE TRUCKS and 2 cop cars.

Mark is a great neighbor. He said that my Steven has always been a good boy and that boys will be boys... so he sent them in the house and told them NOT TO COME OUT till the cops and firemen left. That he would handle it.

Awhhhhhhh yes. I am so glad he is past the fire and smoke bomb stage!

When I asked him if he had momentarily lost HIS MIND when he decided to set off that Xmas gift he promised he'd save for the big party at the beach with no neighbors to get all worked up he just replied"mom... anyone with a brain knows that REAL SMOKE IS BLACK not white."

He is now safe in college, studying engineering. Boy, am I glad I lived through his teens.

I'm thinking you don't live in a very big city if this is what the cops come to your door for! I once had neighbors downstairs fighting so bad that they were breaking furniture! I called the cops, they never came.

I'm sorry to laugh, but we had the County sheriff at our house on Easter Sunday due to the total lack of judgement of our 15 year old involving her father's pickup and donuts in our neighbor's grass......the oldest one is so easy, why can't the second one be also? He'll probably end up a cop-wouldn't that be funny :)

Could have been worse, but you know that and don't need a "one-up-on-you" story. Maybe you should invite some of your "town's finest" over for a little Memorial Day food and the best martini they've ever had. I'll bring the olives!

Don't forget to tip the waitress. I really DO live on tips....

Cause I know you want to buy stuff...

About Me

I am a teacher, a writer, and the mother of three children. I've decided I'll never give up. No matter how many battles I lose; no matter how many tears I shed; no matter how many martinis I have to drink, I will continue to fight the good fight! I love to laugh, believe that every day is a new day, and thank God each morning that I am still here.